Harrison: Gladiator?
Quinn: Suit. Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Harrison: Hey Liv, let me ask you a question. Why are we helping Doyle? Why is the devil our client?
Olivia: Because even the devil loves his kids.

David: Gladiators in helmets, right?
Harrison: Suits.

[to Huck] I don't know what to say. I don't know how to get through to you. Me, the man who talks. Some of that's on you for always being so closed up but way more it's on me. Because all my talk and all that game, seems like kid stuff compared to who you are, what you've been. Like I've spent my life trying to get out of homework while you've lived the life of a warrior. Of a man. A real-deal gladiator. So I have no idea what to say here because you make me realize pretty much every day and especially right now that all I've ever been, all I am, all I've ever been, was talk. So I'll just sit here and I won't run my mouth with a lot of noise that's not worthy. So you be as full-on crazy as you want for as long as you need and I'm gonna be here. Right here with you.

Harrison: [to Huck] We didn't want to bother you while you were...
Abby: Shaking off the crazy.

Harrison: Charlie the killer likes breakfast pastries...
Olivia: Okay, we can work with that.

You're not the fixer here, Liv. You're the problem. You're the client. You're my client. Like it or not. So I'm not asking for the truth. I know the truth. I know enough. At any minute, any second now, so will the rest of planet Earth. So what I'm asking you is, what is your end game? Because the eye will pass, the winds will kick up, and you are not tethered to anything.

[to Olivia] Billy Chambers. Billy Chambers is the mole.

Quinn: What about me?
Harrison: Baby Huck it.

Quinn: Hey, I found her.
Harrison: Grounded!

Stupid, super spies.

Who we work for is Liv’s business. I can’t get her to do something she doesn’t want to do. No one can.